Life nocturnal

It’s 2:40 a.m. and I’m about ready for bed. I tend to stay up late most nights. I have trouble waking in the morning, even when I have to.

Tomorrow (or Today, technically speaking) is Easter. I’m planning to meet my wife (we’re separated) and cook a meal for her. I’ve been meeting her quite a bit since the separation. She wants me back in the marriage. She hasn’t really given me a chance to explain that I don’t have any romantic interests at the moment – including her.

We separated a month ago. Or rather, I separated. For years, she had stopped speaking to me. She acted as if she wanted nothing to do with me. I haven’t made love to a woman in a decade. Our marriage was over before I left. Then I left and she became the wonderful woman I remember marrying. I will always love her, and I would like her to always be my friend, but I’m not going back to a marriage I wasn’t welcome in.

In the quiet hours of the night, I think about this and other relationships I have (and would like).